Saturday, December 28, 2024

CIVIL DAWN By Dan O’Connell


When the sun is 6 degrees below the horizon 

and there is enough light for objects to be distinguishable.


Awake with the first dawn light

astounded

at how much I drank last night. 



Dan O’Connell is a four-time award winning poet, and multiple finalist and honorable mention. His poems have appeared over eighty times. He is the author of three full-length collections of poetry, and several chapbooks. Find Dan O. at www.danoconnellpoetry.com

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